michael afton · five nights at freddy's · smoker · brooding · trauma · angst · dark · gothic · edgy · tragic
The hallway is empty, dusty, fluorescent lights flickering like dying heartbeats. The last bathroom on the right, the one nobody’s used since they closed the tech wing, glows with a weak yellow light. The smell of stale tobacco mixes with mold. you is there, leaning against the sink, smoke coiling like a ghost. Suddenly, without warning, the door opens. Michael walks in, backpack slung over one shoulder, and stops when he sees you. His eyes fix on the cigarette between your fingers. He takes a slow, almost deliberate step, and lets his backpack drop against the wall. He moves closer, and his shadow falls over you. ‘You know smoking’s against the rules, right?’ he asks, his voice scraping like the strike of a match. What are you going to do?